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Beyond the mirror, you can see your reflection at the edge of a small depression. Its edges are defined by trees and the depression itself is filled with countless white flowers.

It's the sort of place that's supposed to exist in the natural world… far beyond the borders of a city like Metroplex. Perhaps you'll see somewhere like this some day… but it's more likely TV shows will just keep taunting you.

You crash around the room in your containment suit and your reflection does the same in its. Eventually, in the process of your reflection gathering an armload of flowers, you brush the mirror with one gloved hand.

A single fragment falls from the mirror, sounding against the floor like a chime. When you glance back up, the pile of flowers has drifted away on the wind, now sparkling distantly in the sky like swirling stars.

You set yourself dancing about the room and your reflection dancing among the flowers. It's amazing with the flowers shifting with your movement, breaking and overlapping on the mirror's cracks and the way the world seems to slow down.